The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1887-07-07


remember the language of the text.
1t does seem, from the action of
great number of men in this world,
that they labor under the impression
that there is not yet sufficient wicked
ness in the world to make it profita-
BILE place for them. Sn they go on, en-
deavoring to increase wlckedness and
The chances for the destruction Of
souls. Truly hell and destruction ave
never full; so the eyes of met. are
never satisfied.
Tn the death of Mrs Margaret Stin-
son, few days ago, at the residence
Of Mr.. Mark Sternberger, Jackson
County lost one of its oldest resi-
dents-one Of those tender ties that
bind the active bustling present to the
dim and dreamy past. AS long ago as
we can remember, Mr.. Stinson, hus-
band of the lady of whom we write,
was familiar figure about Jackson.
He was then living on farm few
miles in the country, yet frequently
being in town. Mr.. Stinson was at
one time member of the General AS
sembly. This couple raised a large
and excellent family.
Some years ago the old couple made
their home for some two years with
Mr. Sternberger's family. After the
death Of the old gentleman-which
occurred some years ago, Mrs. Stinson
located with the family of Mr.. Stern
berger, where she had remained about
eight years, up to the time of her
death. It is hardly possible that she
could have found more peaceful,
comfortable place in which to spend
the last years of her earthly existence,
as there is not a more warm-harted
Christian family anywhere.
1t has been subject Of remark of
late that the old settlers Of this County
as well as the old citizens generly are
passing away with remarkable rapidity.
Within the last six months quite a
number have fallen asleep. The lines
on this side of the river are be-
coming weakened, as those upon the
other shore gain in number and
strength. The picture of an old
friend calmly falling ''asleep in Jesus" :"
is one which should lift up the hearts
of US who remain, and draw US nearer
the throne of Him who can give
peace to the troubled and to the weary
rest. But few years ago, and Mr..
Stinson, the old land mark the famil-
lar figure, was with US. Then came
the message leaving the aged widow
alone. Now, in the balmy breath of
simmer, comes the rustling wing of
the soft messenger again, and Mother
Stinson takes up her journey toward
that blessed country where separation
and sorrow are un known. In this last
death, departs one of those who have
made the world better by having lived
in it-one whose Christian example
has lifted up the soul and pointed the
Affections Heavenward. Mother Stin-
sons lifewas good one, and her rest
will prove long and sweet one.
To draw the halter upon wild
mule, produces kick, and free exhi-
bition of the animal. Yet it has been
a part Of the mission Of this paper to
occasionally draw the reign. In ev-
cry such case the contortions of the
animals have been quite amusing
This paper has been running in this
town for forty years. 1t is not neces.
sary to label it, or to promise from
time to time what it will or will not
do 1t has advocated every thing that
was for the public good, and has op-
posed nothing that was not steal
We have believed III steady growth
and such has been the growth of Jack
son. Occasionally some enthusiastic
individual has given way to the pre-
vailing fever for inflated speculation
but has made himself a laughing stock
in consequence. Every man who has
gotten up an intelligent scheme fol
improving the bus mess Of the town
has succeeded. All others have failed
1t is subject Of remark that our bus
mess men work in perfect harmony
and there is the most friendly rela-
tions existing between them. This
is the rule-there are a few excep-
tions, of course. Jackson goes into
anything with the intention of max
ing it a success. There is no wild
dreaming, but a careful calculation,
though not tainted with stinginess.
Jackson people are becoming CONVEX
SAINT with the history of boom
towns, and are beginning to under
stand that wind alone is a decidedly
unsatisfactory diet. Therefore we
want no booms here.
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